I am going to be cranky in this post. Feel free to skip.
Cranky Item #1
On Monday, my ex-coworker Matt sent me an email: "Want to meet for lunch?"
I figured, since I had already screwed around all morning, why buck the trend? I said yes. We made arrangements to meet, along with another friend, at "The Chinese restaurant across the freeway with the dirty fish tank." We know how to party, people.
I got there and they were waiting outside for me. I hugged my one friend, then went to hug Matt, who said "Oh, no, I'm sick."
I looked at him like he had just told me he had a full diaper. I mean, WHAT? I'm not a super cleanfreak Monk-style germaphobe, but COME ON people. MATT CONTACTED ME. When he was sick. To spend an hour in close contact.
Was this lunch really necessary? No, especially since Matt mostly sat there, sick and miserable, while my other friend and I chatted.
And now? Now I feel sick. Three days before I start a new job. I am SO looking forward to being in the midst of a full-blown cold while I start a new job, since I don't feel like I can be absent the first week.
Why are people idiots when they are sick? Germs exist, people. If you can stay home, stay home. Gah.
Cranky Item #2
I'm helping this woman out with a project. We met at her house last time. This time when we were talking about another meeting, she said 'I'll come to your house."
Excuse me? Did I invite you to my house?
My mom drilled it into my head that you don't invite yourself places. Is this not a thing?
Maybe she was trying to be polite by suggesting that I not drive all the way over to her place. But she knew I would be in her neighborhood - I had told her that before.
In any case, my house is not terribly visitor-friendly. There is a chair for me, and a sofa for Goldie - and the sofa is covered in dog fur.
There's no room for anything else - it's just 500 square feet. Good friends come over and suffer with the dog hair, but I don't expect random strangers to.
So, no, I will not be meeting you at my house. That's why Starbucks was invented.